We covered the sofa up with towels. Katie slept on my chest, and woke up to throw up throughout the night. Mom helped us get settled in, and then I looked over and she was settling herself in on the love seat across from our sofa in case I needed her during the night. She proceeded to get up during the night every time Katie threw up to bring us a wet cloth to clean up with and changed out the towels protecting the sofa. Can you believe that? My mom is really amazing, and still just as nurturing as she was when I was a little kid.
Thankfully, the stomach bug was over for Katie early Wednesday morning. It didn’t really occur to me that I might get sick. I guess I had a notion that moms don’t get sick from their children (ha!). We arrived home late Thursday night, and almost as soon as I woke up, I learned how wrong that notion was and spent the rest of the day throwing up. My sweet hubby waited on me hand and foot all day. I pretty much spent the entire day in bed. He watched Katie all day, and even changed all her diapers. While she was napping he went out and picked up some groceries and rented a couple movies (ones he knew I’d like). Then, when I threw up all over our bedroom carpet late Friday night, he cleaned it all up. I didn’t ask him to do any of what he did—he just did it. What a wonderful, godly man I am married to. Poor Ben came down with the yucky virus on Sunday night.
I was thinking about how miserable it was when my sweet Katie was sick, and then when I got sick and I couldn’t help but think how much worse it would have been if I had been on my own! A mom who stays up with me all night and helps clean up my baby’s throw up and a husband who cleans up my throw up? They are both amazing gifts from God, and truly finer things.